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pretty sure i may have made an arse of meself
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err ta mehIf I were an artist of any talent I would have an image of a creature on a desert Strewn with jutting peaks and large crags about With a darken sky over headerr ta meh
Eerie violet storm clouds swirl and circle With falling funnel clouds tearing at your earth Lighting lashing the rock
As the wind sends the dust whipping through the air
by ~LordFenrisulfr
zeroIF.....................zero
I were to
How long would it take
When would they worry
A day
A week
A month
How hard would they try
To find the truth
What lengths would take
What would they risk
Or would they even care
They say
But sadly I'm unsure
They have said
But now they hardly show it
How many would cry
If by chance they found
How long would they morn
Would they even remember
I loath t
by ~LordFenrisulfr
err....-_-She awakens with a start feeling the cold air on her bare skin. She peers off into the dark void scream, calling for help pleading that this not be real. Thrashing, she notices that her wrist are bound. Panting, frantic she hears the crashing echo of must be a large and heavy door in the distances and she takes off, trying to run away and not getting but ten feet. Tears flow over her cheeks nearly turning to ice on her face. She turns herself moving the chains that bind her, scared, she feels the hair on the back of her neck stands up on end.err....-_-
And, she knows.
She listens, hearing her own breath and in the distant the
by ~LordFenrisulfr
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by =DavidSamson
no angelsand i hit the ground runningno angels
i was never so scared
and you were already gone
with silence at my heels
and lonliness at my side
i ran
from everything that i had ever been
and every memory that would bring death with it
the streets were cold and dark
and empty in the dying light
my feet couldn't carry me fast enough
through the scarred remains of salvation
your music played over and over in my head
and i screamed at the agony and the injustice
of losing what we fought so hard to build
and what i foug
by =MutePoetess
PSoH: 1. MeetingThere he was, enjoying the last of a sweet meal, alone in a booth in the back of the restaurant. Emma felt slightly out of place in the fancy café but carried herself with a confident elegance that made up for her casual attire. She approached him slowly. “Count D. I need to talk to you.” The tall and graceful Chinese glanced up with a small smile on his face.PSoH: 1. Meeting
“Ah yes, Emma. Please, sit down. How are you liking your new pet?” The young woman glanced out the front window of the shop at the man standing outside. “Oh, he’s great.” The tall man who was standing at the door like a sentry w
by =MutePoetess
PSoH: 2. Determination“Emma?” Tucker asked as she walked out of the restaurant. “Come on, Tucker,” she said wearily. “Let’s go home.” She clicked her fingers out of habit and set off at a brisk walk with Tucker trotting along behind her. “Emma, what’s wrong? You’re upset.” The concern was clear on his face. Emma reached over and ruffled his hair. “I’m fine Tuck, just a little sad.” She sighed. Tucker watched the ground for a minute or so as some other people walked past him and Emma. He wasn’t supposed to talk to Emma while other people were around. Then, “I sawPSoH: 2. Determination
by =MutePoetess
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- Current Residence: Hell...not as bad as they say..
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- Favourite movie: The Mist! its funny
- Favourite band or musician: ...if its on 94.5 KATS and its good i like it
- Favourite genre of music: ROCK!!
- Favourite artist: BOB EGGLETON!!
- Favourite poet or writer: Cassie-Kit
- Favourite photographer: Me...thats not vain at all...
- Favourite style of art: Photography
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- Skin of choice: i dont remember the name dark something
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- Favourite gaming platform: All.
- Personal Quote: The enemy of my enemy is my enemy
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- Website: http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Cerberian_Comander/MyPhotos/
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"People run out. Money runs out. Time runs out. But words don't run out." - J. Deborah Klein
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- Ernest Hemmingway
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May the Flames of Realm Purge this Wretched World!
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"People run out. Money runs out. Time runs out. But words don't run out." - J. Deborah Klein
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. "
- Ernest Hemmingway
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"People run out. Money runs out. Time runs out. But words don't run out." - J. Deborah Klein
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. "
- Ernest Hemmingway
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May the Flames of Realm Purge this Wretched World!
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